"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

Do you want some water?" Elora asked, noticing her mother's hesitation. She motioned for her to sit on the

need for water." Mrs. Ormond studied her daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a business trip.

to process what she had just

man, and his cooking was exceptional-so exceptional that

would only last for a short period, thinking that Tatum

to Elora, but she hadn't thought too much

After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the sixth young master of the prestigious York

individuals. It was only natural that her attitude toward Tatum had softened once she learned of his

Ormond hadn't expected

of Elora's future, often arranging introductions to outstanding young men in the city. But

what kind of man her daughter was waiting

on relationships. Her priority was managing the company and training her younger brother to take over

the fact that Elora was

thirty, Mrs. Ormond

however, particular about her

If Elora married the wrong man— someone ambitious with

would her daughter suffer in an unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated,

inherit the business, the risk of outsiders gaining control

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